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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 146: Kohella (1)

Chapter 146: Kohella (1)

“My⁠ ultimate goal is⁠ to restore the⁠ Duplain family to​​ its former power.‌​ Of course, it‌ won’t be easy‍ and it will‍‍ take quite some‍​ time, but it‍ is not an⁠ unrealistic plan.”

Dereck‍ gathered Aiselin, Diella,‍ Leigh, and Trisha‌‌ in one place⁠‍ and began explaining⁠ the plan he‍​ had prepared with⁠‌ so much effort.‌​​

Now‌ that Dereck had​ reached the rank​​​ of 4-star mage,‌​‌ he was already‍‍ starting to become‌‍‍ widely known throughout⁠​ the southwestern region⁠ of the continent,⁠‌ and even his⁠‌ name was beginning​‌ to reach the​‌⁠ imperial family in​ the center of⁠​‍ the Empire.

For⁠⁠​ that reason, the⁠‍​ popularity of his‌ training center would‍‍ only continue to‍ grow.

That⁠⁠ was why he⁠ planned to abolish⁠ the previous system‌ of the training​ center entirely and​​ reorganize it under‍ a new name,‍‌‌ Ravenclaw Academy, and⁠ then move the​ entire structure directly⁠⁠ to Duplain territory.​​‍

The‍ facilities in Ravenclaw‌‌ territory, which previously‌‌‌ served as the‍‍ training center, would​⁠ be replaced with‍ cultural facilities or​‍ social halls, so⁠⁠ that nobles learning‍ social etiquette or‌‌‌ magic in the‌​ academy could use​⁠ them as practice‍⁠ venues.

In‍⁠‍ short—he planned to‌ push that entire‍‌ massive complex directly⁠‌ into Duplain.

Once‌⁠ the facilities grew⁠‍‍ enough, they would⁠​‍ start functioning without‌ Dereck’s direct presence.⁠‌‌

By‍‌ only acting as⁠‌ supervisor and stamping⁠‍ approvals now and​ then, his personal​ time for magic​‍ training would remain⁠‍ intact.

“B-but…‍‍ why go so⁠‌‍ far for Duplain‌ territory…?”

Leigh,‌⁠ seated in the‍⁠ seat of honor‍ in the reception⁠​​ hall, stroked his⁠⁠‌ chin and asked.‍

Dereck​ silently observed Leigh,‌ who was sweating⁠‌ nervously, and thought​​ for a moment‌⁠‍ about what to​ answer.

Several‍‍ reasons crossed his‌⁠‍ mind—that the complex‍ had grown too​​‍ big for him‍‌⁠ to manage alone,​‌ that he wanted‍‌ to free up‌‌‍ personal time, or⁠​‍ that it was​ necessary for his‍‌ own magical advancement‍ but all of⁠‍​ them were embarrassing​‍ to say directly.‍⁠‍

So,⁠‌ trying to appear​ like a magnanimous​ man, he answered.​

“I’ve‌‌ been involved with⁠‌​ the Duplain family⁠‍​ for a long‍ time, and above​‌ all, it is​‍‌ the place that‍ gave me an⁠⁠ opportunity and trusted‌⁠‍ me when I was no one.‌‍ It is a matter of honor⁠‌ to fulfill that‌⁠‌ obligation.”

At‌ those words, Leigh’s‌ eyes widened.

When⁠‌ Dereck first came​ to the Duplain‍ family saying he‍‌ wanted to teach‍ Diella, Leigh had‌​ also subconsciously felt‍‌⁠ a certain superiority‍ of a noble​​⁠ toward that “simple⁠⁠⁠ mercenary of low​⁠​ birth.”

But⁠ now, Dereck was⁠​‍ rolling up his‌ sleeves completely to‍​‌ help Duplain right‍‌‌ when they needed‌‍​ it most, as⁠‌‍ if the past‌‌ didn’t matter.

Leigh⁠‍​ almost burst into‌​ tears.

“D-damn…⁠ I see… Dereck…​​ you… you are…!”‌‍

During‌​⁠ the time Dereck​‌‍ had stayed with‌ the Duplain family,‌⁠ Leigh had doubted​‌ him many times—but​‌​ in the end,⁠ that noble intention⁠​ of Dereck partially‍​‌ moved him.

Regardless​⁠​ of what Dereck’s​‌​ true intentions were—what​ mattered was how⁠ Leigh interpreted them.⁠‌

Dereck‍​​ nodded and then‌ looked toward where​​ Trisha was lying‍​ in a corner​‌ like a corpse.​

“I‌ was also thinking⁠ of asking for​‍‌ a bit of⁠​ support from the​⁠‌ Renouel count’s house.”‍

“Uuugh…‍‍ I can’t give‌‍ you an answer⁠⁠ that easily. Do‌‍‌ you think the‍⁠ Renouel house helps​​​ anyone just because​‍ they ask?”

“Hey,‌‌ Lady Trisha. Lord​ Dereck is also​⁠‌ the lord of‍ the barony of⁠‌‌ Ravenclaw, and even​​ if you don’t‍‍ have a master-disciple‌ relationship or personal​‌⁠ closeness, the proper‍‌ thing would be‍ to show respect​ and use a formal tone—after all,⁠ nominally he is‌‍⁠ the head of‌‌ a noble house.”⁠‌‌

“Wha…?”⁠⁠

At‌⁠ the sudden interruption,‌‍ Trisha widened her‍‌ eyes, but when⁠⁠ she saw Aiselin’s​⁠ gentle gaze, she​ quickly swallowed hard.​

“I-if​​ Lady Aiselin says⁠⁠ so…”

“…”‍

“A-anyway,‍ even if Baron​‍​ Ravenclaw wants something,‌ we cannot always‌‍​ give an affirmative​ answer. To ask‌​ as if it‍‍ were obvious is‌⁠ taking our Renouel​​⁠ house far too‍ lightly.”

“Lady​‌ Trisha, there’s no‌ need to speak‌ in such an​‍‌ aggressive tone…”

“Uugh…​ ugh…”

Trisha,​⁠ normally arrogant and‌‌‌ haughty, was left‍⁠⁠ speechless when Aiselin‌‌ gently pointed it‌​‍ out.

Dereck⁠‌‍ looked at both‌ of them with​⁠​ indifferent eyes, while​‌ Aiselin just smiled‌‍⁠ serenely.

Aiselin‍ was terrifying.

After​ Diella and Siern,​‍ now even Trisha‌‍⁠ seemed to have​‍⁠ fallen under her‌⁠ influence.

Everything⁠⁠ Aiselin touched ended‌​‍ up becoming docile.⁠

Dereck⁠‌‍ thought it was⁠‌⁠ a relief that​​‍ this girl was​‌ on his side.‌⁠

“Our‌ mother, Countess Rodelia,⁠ is cold as⁠‌​ steel and strict‍​ in separating personal​​ from official matters.⁠ Although she values⁠‍‌ Baron Ravenclaw greatly​ and would like⁠⁠​ to have him‌ under her command,‍‌ support from our‍​ lineage is something⁠​​ that must be‍​‌ evaluated completely separately.”‌

Trisha‍ let out a deep sigh, as⁠⁠ if her head‌⁠⁠ hurt, and spoke​ again with a sharp gaze.

“My​ mother distributes the‍​ family budget strictly⁠ following the house’s​‍⁠ regulations, and when‍​ it comes to⁠​ cooperating with external​‍ forces, no matter⁠ who it is,‍‍​ she judges everything‌‌⁠ from zero, point‍⁠‌ by point.”

“…”‌‍

“Unfortunately,‌ convincing my mother,‌‌ who is the‌ decision-making authority of​​​ the Renouel house,‌ will not be​⁠ as easy as‍ you imagine. And​ don’t expect me‌​ to help you.⁠‌‌ I don’t do‍‍‍ anything that goes​‍‍ against my mother’s⁠ wishes.”

Saying​ that, Trisha showed​‌ a coquettish smile,⁠‌ as if saying‍⁠ don’t think everything‍‌​ will go your‌ way.

She‌‌‌ was there only⁠⁠ because of Countess‌​​ Rodelia’s order, to​ create some kind‍⁠⁠ of connection with⁠ Dereck and maintain‌​ a favorable relationship.⁠⁠

The⁠ sensible thing would​‌ have been to‌ bow her head‍​ a little at‌ times like this—but‌⁠⁠ Trisha had the‌‍​ personality of never​ letting anyone look⁠ down on the‍ Renouel house.

Her​‌ enormous pride came​ precisely from the‍⁠ prestige of her‌ lineage.

She‍​ was a young‍ woman whose noble⁠⁠ pride reached the‍⁠ heavens—in short, someone‌⁠‍ tiring to deal​‍⁠ with.

“Baron‌​ Ravenclaw will have​‍‌ to work quite⁠‍​ a bit. And⁠⁠ we’ll have to‌ see how things‌‍‌ turn out.”

Don’t​ think you will⁠‌ control the Renouel‍‍ house.

It‌‍ won’t be that⁠ easy to get‌ our help.

That​‍ was what Trisha⁠ declared to Dereck,‍ smiling arrogantly.

***​‌

“Of⁠‌‌ course we must⁠​‌ help. The Ravenclaw‍⁠ Academy seems to‌‍⁠ have good potential‍‍⁠ as a project,‌⁠ and it is‍‌⁠ also a good‍‍ opportunity to build‍‌⁠ closeness.”

“…”⁠⁠‌

“To⁠‍‌ be honest, I was a bit‌ suspicious, but you​ brought something truly⁠​‍ valuable. Trisha, you⁠ took a carriage⁠‌ all the way⁠ to the Duplain​ territory and achieved⁠‌ a good result.‌ I can’t help‍ but praise you.”‍⁠​

“…”‌

A young noblewoman raised‌‌⁠ like a flower‌​‍ in a greenhouse‌‍ does not know⁠‌⁠ a certain truth.⁠‌⁠

Rulers‍‍ who tread the‌‌​ heat of the‌‍ battlefield drool over⁠‍ good talent, and⁠‍ when they find​‌‍ one, they do​​​ whatever it takes‌ to obtain it.​

It​‌ was very similar⁠ to the obsession‍⁠ high nobles had‍⁠‌ with acquiring a good magic instructor.‍

Rodelia⁠​‌ nodded much faster​ than anyone would‌‍⁠ expect.

A competent aide was‌​‌ as hard to‌ find as a needle in the‍ desert.

If​​​ she could recruit‍ Dereck under her‌​ command, that small​‍​ “support” was nothing.‌​‍

“Tell​ the butler to‌‍ begin negotiations regarding‍‍‍ the details of⁠‍‍ the support. We‌ have plenty of‍‌ resources—the reward we⁠‍ obtained after the⁠‍ subjugation of Rodentz‍‍‍ Island and the​ spoils of war.⁠‍‍ There is enough⁠​ cash, and even‍‍⁠ if we spend‍ quite a lot⁠‌‌ on supporting them,‌ it won’t affect⁠‌‌ the family’s finances.​‌ Everything will return​ eventually.”

“I-is‍ it okay to​⁠ do that? The​‌ baron Ravenclaw’s house​ is still weak…”⁠⁠

“Trisha.⁠​‌ One day you‍‌ will also have‌‍ to become someone​‌​ who leads others,‍⁠⁠ so let me​⁠ tell you clearly.”‌​

In‌ the training grounds‌‍⁠ behind the mansion,‌‌ Rodelia, who was‌‌‌ swinging her sword,‍‍​ took off the‍‌ sweat-soaked helmet and‌‌​ tossed it onto​⁠ the ground, shaking​‌‍ off her hands.⁠ Then, with a short laugh, she‍ said.

“A​ talent must be‌‍​ bought when it​​⁠ is at its‍⁠‌ cheapest.”

“T-that…”‌​

“The⁠‌ young baron is​‌ at his cheapest‌​‌ right now. If‌ you don’t have‌​​ the eye to‌ see that, you‌​​ cannot be a ruler. So start‌‍​ developing your ability‍‍ to judge people‍‍ from now on.”‌​

After​​ saying that with‌‌ complete frankness, Rodelia‍⁠⁠ gave her vote‍ of support to​ the unification plan​ Dereck was organizing.‌

“…”‍​

Trisha⁠​⁠ stared, stunned, at​ Countess Rodelia as⁠‍‌ she returned to​​ the training grounds.‌‌‍

She,⁠‌​ who always checked⁠‌‌ even the last‌​ silver coin when⁠‌‌ paying for her​⁠⁠ sick uncle’s medical⁠‌⁠ treatments or assigning​ wages to vassals,⁠​‍ would never have‍ expected her to​⁠ agree so easily,​ so she could⁠‍ only stand there‍‌ with her mouth‍‍⁠ open.

Thus,‍ after Duplain, Belmierd,‍ and Beltus, now‌ the Renouel house‍‌⁠ also sided with​ Dereck.

If⁠ one considered the‌ Beldern mercenaries of⁠ Ebelstein and the‍ Rochester house of‍ the north, his​⁠​ support faction was‌​⁠ no longer something‌‌‍ that could be​‍​ taken lightly.

Once‍‌ the Ravenclaw Academy‌​‌ officially opened and‍​ began to influence‍ society, practically no⁠​⁠ noble of the‍‌ southwestern continent would⁠‍⁠ have enough authority​‌‌ to treat him​‌ lightly.

He‍ might even end‍‍ up shoulder to‌‍ shoulder with the⁠‍ high nobles of​ the central continent‌​‍ or with the‍‍⁠ emperor’s direct vassals.⁠

“…”‍

Trisha,‍‍ with her arms‌ crossed, swallowed hard​​⁠ and thought deeply.​​​

With‌ the situation as⁠​ it was, there​ were no rivals​ left for Dereck​‍‌ among the great​‍‍ powers of the‍‌⁠ southwest. And with‍ a little more‌ time, he could​ come to hold‍⁠ a status higher‌ than hers.

Just⁠ imagining it made​ cold sweat run‌‍ down her back.‍‍

***​⁠

After⁠‌​ that, everything proceeded​‌⁠ without setbacks.

In‌⁠​ the territory of‌ the Duplain family,‌‍⁠ the authority of​ decisions fell entirely‍ on the head‍‌ of the family,‍‍ Leigh.

Since‌‍​ he had already​⁠‌ been persuaded, establishing⁠​ the construction sites‍‍ and beginning the​ work proceeded quickly.​‌⁠

The⁠​⁠ scale of the⁠⁠‍ building was enormous—practically‌⁠‌ at the level​‌ of constructing a small entire town.‌

They‌‍‍ were receiving economic⁠‍‌ support from everywhere,​ and even though‌​⁠ the construction had‍⁠‍ barely started, countless‌‌ young nobles were‌‌‌ already sending inquiries‍​ about admission.

Especially⁠⁠‌ the four disciples⁠‍ who had received⁠​ direct teaching from⁠ Dereck were the‍ ones suffering the​​​ most.

From​​‍ the perspective of‌ the young nobles​⁠‌ of Ebelstein, the‍​‍ only way to​ get information about⁠​ the Ravenclaw Academy⁠ was through those‍⁠ disciples.

And‌‍‌ not even the‌‍​ four of them​​‍ were accessible.

Diella​‌ was too fierce‍​​ to hold a conversation with.

Siern⁠ appeared and disappeared​‌ like a ghost,⁠‌⁠ so they could​​⁠ not even find⁠⁠ her.

Therefore,‌⁠ the only option⁠​ was to ask⁠‌ Ellen of the​⁠ Rose Hall or​ Denise, since at⁠‌ least they were‍‌ part of the​‍ social circle.

Of‌ course, neither of‍ them was going​‍ to say anything⁠‌ negative about the‌‍ Ravenclaw house’s projects,‍ so the rumors‍‌ only spoke of‌‌ smooth development of​​ the academy.

Nothing⁠‌ was going wrong.⁠⁠ Everything advanced without‌ obstacles.

However,‍ that did not‌ mean there were‌‍⁠ no problems.

“Simply‌⁠ surpassing the management⁠ of a training‍‍‌ center and constructing‌ an academic facility​​ of this size‍‍ is practically the‍ same as creating⁠⁠ a new territory.‍​ The empire most‍‌ likely will not⁠‌ sit idly by.”​​

This‍‍ was far beyond​⁠⁠ the level of‌​ “building a few​ buildings in a barony territory and‍‌⁠ receiving students.”

Delbriton,‌ the butler, spoke​‍ with a worried⁠​​ expression.

“…”‍‌‍

Dereck⁠‍‌ had returned to⁠⁠ the Ravenclaw Barony​ after some time,​‌⁠ and he was​​ combing Siern’s hair‍ as she sat‍⁠ on his lap.​

The‌⁠ girl moved her‍‍ magical power as​‍ if playing, but‌ upon seeing the‌‍ expression with which‌⁠ Dereck listened to​​‍ the butler’s words,​​​ she let out‌ a snort.

“If‍‍ you’ve drawn the⁠ empire’s attention, you’re‍ in for some​​ trouble, Dereck.”

“Have‌‌‌ you ever had‌ any conflict with​ the empire before?”​

“No.‍⁠‌ But I remember⁠ my father had‌‍ headaches because of‌‌⁠ them. Especially, he‍​ hated the imperial‍ magic advisers. I don’t know the​‍⁠ exact reason, but⁠⁠ they always bothered⁠⁠ him.”

She‍ braided her hair,‌ white as snow,⁠‍​ and still walked⁠‍​ around barefoot.

Although‍⁠‌ she had learned⁠‌‍ quite a bit‌ of noble etiquette‌​ at the training‍⁠ center, wearing shoes​ still seemed terribly⁠‍ uncomfortable for her.‍‌

Dereck​​⁠ continued gently combing​⁠ Siern’s hair and‍ spoke with an‍​​ indifferent expression.

“The‌⁠​ imperial magic advisers…​​‌ I met someone⁠‍ called Roen last‌⁠ time, and honestly,⁠ he seemed pretty‌ fussy.”

“He​ is. But since‍​‌ he was a direct vassal of‌​ Emperor Guttrel, even‍​‌ my father couldn’t⁠ treat him lightly.⁠ Although Roen also‌ knew how to⁠‍ maintain proper conduct‌‍ in front of‍‍​ him.”

Melverot,‍‍ 6-star combat mage‌‌​ and lord of‌‍ the Rochester territory,⁠ did not dare⁠​ treat him poorly.⁠‌​ That said enough​⁠ about his power.​

And​ the leader of‍‌ those magic advisers—‌​

“Kohella​​ Deinalt Elvester.”

A 6-star transformation mage,⁠ chief adviser of​‌⁠ the empire, and​ matriarch of the​ Elvester family.

The​ same family to​ which Dereck’s master,‍‍‌ Katia Flameheart, belonged.​

Kohella⁠‌ was the most​ influential figure of‍​ that lineage. An‌‍‌ old fox consumed‌⁠‍ by her obsession⁠​ with researching magic,​ one of the‍​​ absolute top figures‌⁠‍ in the magical‍‍ world.

On‍ Dereck’s lap, Siern‍​‌ moved her legs​ and frowned.

“When‌ I was little,‍ I saw that‍ old woman come‌ to the Rochester⁠ territory.”

Kohella‌ resided in the‌‍‌ imperial palace, sought‌⁠​ contact with all⁠​‍ 6-star mages, and⁠ maintained constant relations⁠⁠ with Melverot, Drest,‍⁠‍ and Kalimford. Any​⁠ 6-star mage who‍ retired before had‌ at least met​⁠⁠ her once.

The⁠ only exception was​ Fina, the archmage⁠‍​ of the field‌ of death.

“She’s⁠ a nasty old‍ woman…”

An⁠⁠‌ elder who, while​ exchanging knowledge with‍ 6-star combat mages,​​‍ dreamed of reaching‍​ the realm of‌ 7 stars.

High-tier⁠‌ mages always dream‌ of reaching greater‍​ heights. In that​ desire, they were⁠ all the same.​⁠

But⁠‍‍ Kohella was different.‌‍‍ Her hunger for⁠ knowledge resembled madness⁠‍ more than ambition.⁠‍

She⁠‌ ignored taboos, ethics,‌​​ morality. If she​‌​ could advance, she‍‌ would sacrifice anything.​⁠​

Even‌‌‌ though she was⁠ old and with​ life nearly spent,​​‌ her desire never‍ faded. That glint‌​ in her eyes‍​⁠ was so raw‍⁠ it intimidated anyone⁠⁠ who saw it.⁠‍​

Siern‍​ remembered that mage⁠ who had arrived⁠‌⁠ at the Rochester‍ territory in the‍ middle of a blizzard. An ominous‌ old woman she​​ could never feel⁠‍ sympathy for.

“If​ the educational facility‍‌ is of this⁠‌‌ scale, surely the‍ magic advisers from⁠‌‌ the central continent​⁠ will come to‍​ inspect.”

Delbriton​​​ spoke again with⁠⁠⁠ worried voice.

“So‍ it is possible⁠⁠ that soon you⁠‌​ will have to‍ meet the empire’s‍​​ chief adviser. She⁠ might even come‌ directly, since the‍‌⁠ rumors must have‌⁠ already reached her‍ ears.”

Meeting‍ Kohella.

Dereck​ rubbed his chin,​​ sunk in deep​ thought.

No​‌⁠ matter how he‍ looked at it,‍‌ nothing good could‍​‌ come from getting‌⁠‌ involved with that‍ old woman.

“Ow!”​

“Sorry.”⁠‍

Maybe‍​ because he was⁠​‍ distracted, the comb⁠‌‌ got tangled in‌‌‍ Siern’s hair, pulling‍‌‌ her head.

She⁠ held back tears,⁠‌‌ glared at Dereck,‍‍ but finally sighed.⁠⁠

In​ another time she⁠​ would have cast​​ a spell to⁠​‍ punish the culprit‌‌‍ immediately, but she‌‌ could not do​‌ that against Dereck.⁠

If‍ the Rochester house’s‌‌ servants saw this,‍‍⁠ they would be​​ baffled.

During‌‌ her stay at​‌ the Ravenclaw mansion,⁠ Siern had become‍ surprisingly docile.

Of⁠‌​ course, only when‌​ it came to‌⁠ Dereck or Aiselin.⁠⁠

“The‍‌‌ barony’s servants are‌‍ better at these​ tasks than I am.”

“It’s​⁠ just… you feel⁠‍ more comfortable to‌ me.”

Siern‍⁠ said this while⁠ hugging her legs​ again.

Dereck⁠‍‍ observed her in⁠‌ silence and nodded.‌ He knew perfectly⁠⁠ why she behaved⁠​‍ that way.

She‌‍⁠ was a girl⁠‍ whose blood drove‍‌​ her to spill⁠ countless lives. It⁠​‌ was impossible for⁠⁠ her to entrust‌‌‍ her life to‍‍ people who could‌‌ die in an​‍ instant from just‌⁠ one of her⁠‍‌ spells.

Since‌⁠ she arrived at​‌ the Ravenclaw mansion,⁠‌ she had not‍ had a blood‌‌⁠ frenzy episode, but‍​​ she still feared​​⁠ herself.

Dereck‌ murmured softly that⁠‌‍ he understood, and​‍‍ began carefully fixing​ the hair behind⁠‍⁠ her head.

Siern,‍⁠​ finally relaxed, trembled​⁠⁠ her neck slightly⁠‌‌ at the pleasant⁠ sensation.

She​‌ looked like a little wild animal‌‍ shedding its fur.‌

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